This is a song about "Bacon in the hood"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

If theres a time that in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I don't live in the hood

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Cause i got the burner in the hand